Bible study in Zac's on Tuesday was good. Almost like a normal bible study. With lots of contributions and discussions, not much going off at a tangent and no rowdy heckling. Steve had it easy.
I say no going off at a tangent but being Zac's it had to briefly dip into comparative suicide discussion and I chipped in with my story. No, not of suicide but of escape from death.
When my mum was in hospital my cousin's girlfriend drove my gran, my great-aunt and me to hospital to see her. Getting in the car to come home afterwards my gran sat in the front - which naturally she took as her rightful place being eldest - and I got in behind the driver but then my gran said, 'Don't sit there. Let auntie Gay sit there. You sit behind me to balance the car.' (My gran and great-aunt were large ladies in case you're wondering about her logic.) I did as told - again naturally as she was bossy as well as eldest and large.
A car crash on the way home resulted in my great-aunt being killed. For a long time afterwards, as I told them in Zac's, I felt guilty, 'Because it should have been me.'
There was an instant chorus along the lines of, 'You don't go till it's your time,' and 'God saved you for a purpose.'
So I'm sitting there thinking, 'Well, that's obviously true but was it my wonderful leadership skills, my scriptural insight or spiritual depth that I was saved for?'
'Yes, God saved you to make cakes for Zac's.'
Ah yes, that's it.
And speaking of cakes, as I was leaving Kinsley said, 'Thank you for the lovely lemon cake.'
'That's okay but it was rhubarb.'
'Rhubarb? Not lemon?'
'But it had lemon zest in it?'
'But you liquidised the rhubarb?'
'No, it was in chunks.'
He stared at me and then shook his head in amazement.
Yep, I make really good cakes.